I am a father of two, and they are both at very active ages. So, besides normal twenty-something life of work, scavenge, there is also the parenthood bit. I doubt "bit" is the correct term, more like "massive friggin' chunk". Point being, I rarely have any time to myself. So, in preparation for this morning, which is the first in a LONG time that I haven't had to get up early and that I could actually sleep in for a bit, I stayed up last night, watching Lexx.
When I finally got to sleep, I slept a good hard sleep. I slept like I was getting paid for it (actually, that would mean I slept like shit). Anywho... I dreamed. First there was some weird dream about a dog head. I don't really remember much of it, but it feels like it was fucking terrifying. After that, I dreamed that I accidentally shaved off a chunk of my beard. I had half a beard. And, yes, while I am doing this of my own volition, and I could shave whenever I want, I was really (read: REALLY) bummed out. I felt like I let a lot of people down (even though very few people even are aware that I am doing this). I woke up in a cold sweat and had to feel my face. No joke. Anyways, the beard survived the night:
PHEW.
So, I have had a few people ask me what human rights were. Seriously, I did. A few.
So, if you are among the curious who don't understand what you would be helping to preserve and protect, go here:
http://www.amnesty.org/en/human-rights
Read up, and if that is something that you feel would be a worthy cause for a buck or two, swing on over to the "Donate" page. It would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks, have a great day, and if the opportunity presents itself, spread the word.
